You were badass, and everyone knew it. One of the best hunters out there, no questions asked; tough, skilled, intelligent, you didn’t get attached often, but sometimes, you just… felt vulnerable. You hated it, but you felt badly like you needed to be held since you didn’t know many hugs when you were a kid.

You fidgeted with your hands as you walked into the living room of your house, where Dean was sipping a beer with his eyes trained on the TV. You sat down next to him, legs tucked to the side, and laid your head on his shoulder. His eyebrows raised as his eyes flicked to you, but he didn’t think, just wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his thumb stroking it. You instantly relaxed, not wanting to say anything.